Where Safewords Go to Die

By Matt Nicholson

It isn’t long after discovering BDSM that Nicole becomes addicted to the mix of sex, pain, and the thrill she gets from seeing the way men react to hurting her. Bent on finding the ultimate agony-driven endorphin high, she moves from one BDSM club disappointment to another. Hoping to find that one talented, mysterious, and handsome sadist who can meet her needs, she follows a rumor.

When she finally asks the right people the right questions, she learns of an elite group of people with a penchant for special scenes and the money to afford them. After she seals the deal with a tantalizing view of the bite-shaped bruises and marks on her breasts, one of them agrees to a trial run. From there she begins an amazing journey of agony and ecstasy that takes her down a path to a place where safewords go to die.

(This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme depictions of consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Dec 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463749500

Matt Nicholson

Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and editor for Darker Pleasures Publications, which makes him lucky enough to have written or edited all, or parts of, every story Darker Pleasures has published.Matt is a fan of both hard breast-oriented BDSM as well as hard femdom CBT. His tales, and those of his co-authors, range from R-rated erotica to hard bondage and more extreme BDSM fantasy. Their stories are available individually or in a number of anthologies including the "Tales of Submission" series, the "Beat 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on breasts and BDSM, and the "Bust 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on ball busting and hard CBT.When asked about his work, he says, "My goal is to make your most daring dreams of tit torture or cock and ball torture come to life. I want you to want to be in my character’s shoes, no matter how far from safe and sane the scene might be. Depending on your kink, you might not dare some of it in real life, but the idea still makes your cock stir or your pussy wet. I want to make sure you can’t help but wonder. That’s why we have fiction, to get around real life sensibilities. You read it to live in a world of BDSM you can’t live outside of the covers of a book."So, if you dream of being on the receiving end of such things and think Matt may be onto something, sit back and spread your legs. If your fantasy is to take a pair of tits or balls to the cleaners, turn on your reading lamp and settle in. Oh, and hear would love to hear what you think at mattnicholsonwriter (at) gmail.com.

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Where Safewords Go to Die

By Matt Nicholson

Where Safewords Go to Die

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Formerly published in much abbreviated form in

The Eternals

Copyright 2019 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

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This work of fiction contains graphic language and descriptions of sometimes extreme consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism. This work is meant for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.  As a work of fiction, all acts depicted are intended to be fantasy. Neither the author, publisher, nor its associates bear responsibility for any harm to any persons resulting from any attempt to translate said acts to actual settings. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or they are used fictitiously.  All characters depicted in this work are written as being eighteen years of age or older.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  All rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.  For information, contact Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

It has always been the same. A woman discovers BDSM. Unlike the majority who seek subspace, this one wants to live every moment wide awake. She becomes addicted to the mix of sex, pain, and the high she gets from seeing the way men react to hurting her. Bent on finding the ultimate agony-driven endorphin thrill, she moves from one BDSM club disappointment to another. Somewhere along the way, she hears a rumor. That is when the Anastasia Steele/Bella Swan wannabe starts her quest.

Hoping to fall prey to some talented, mysterious, and handsome dominant willing to take her someplace where safewords go to die, she follows the trail of stories. When she finally asks the right people the right questions, she gets lucky enough to find out the truth. Phil Sewall was part of that truth, one of an elite group of sadists with a penchant for special scenes and the money to afford them.

Her name was Nicole Every. He had spent weeks watching her follow the bread crumbs. When she had gotten close enough, he found out everything he wanted to know about her. A well-paid lead pharmaceutical researcher by day, she led a very intriguing life by night. Given that he had personally witnessed her cum on stage almost solely from whips lashing her curves or needles skewering her most sensitive parts, it was obvious she lived those moments well.

While the whips and bondage were mostly run-of-the-mill, the heavy needles had piqued Phil’s interest. But, it was the bite-shaped bruises and marks that made him give her a second look. Though they hadn’t been there before, a couple weeks into his investigation he saw them vividly decorating her breasts when she stepped onto a side stage for a scene.

More dark and abundant the closer to her nipples they came, they were evidence of a special kind of intimate, unrestrained, torture his club looked for. When he asked, nobody knew how she got them, but everyone he talked to said she often came to stage with similar decoration.

Tracking down that one special dom had been simple enough. A couple of beers later, the younger man readily confirmed how she liked her breasts sucked and bitten, usually after she had been warmed up with some other torture, and always while being savagely fucked. That chat had guaranteed her interview.

Phil looked through the bar’s window into the stereotypically secluded darker corner. She sat in a corner booth at an overly lacquered wooden table. She sipped a frosted mug of beer and waited with surprising patience for the meeting she had worked so hard to arrange and which she knew absolutely nothing about.

He gave her another five minutes before he walked in and sat down across the table from her. After ordering a beer for himself, he glanced at her chest. Let me see your breasts.

As a cold open, the demand usually drew raised brows or indignant gasps. She simply set the frosted mug down. Without saying a word or bothering to see who might be watching, she shrugged out of her denim jacket. The